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Gus nodded slowly, appreciative of a man who knew his anatomy. He disappeared into the walk-in freezer and emerged carrying a beast of a cut. It was a massive, salt-cured hock, the skin a pale, waxy gold. "Needs to be a rear leg," Elias told